This story is not really about my car 

I drive a 2001 Acura. 

It’s not pretty anymore.

It has a hole in the bumper from where I ran into a pick up trucks trailer hitch this past summer.

There is dried paint on the leather seats and the carpets are not spotless.

I still like my car. 

It’s paid for and since I now work at home, I stay home more than I go. My car works for me. 

However my car failed me yesterday. 

I drove 2 hours south yesterday afternoon to stay for a few days taking care of a friend who is having surgery.

I was within 1 mile of the exit and my car decided to not continue. I was in the center lane and I was able to maneuver to the safety of the side of the road. 

Back up 5 minutes……

Steve called. 

He was traveling on I75 just like me except heading north. 

We were chatting about our day.

I said “I’m passing the Outlet mall.” 

He said “so am I!”

We chatted some more. 

3 minutes and my car was not right. 

Me: “My car is acting weird. I need to get off the interstate.”

Him “I’m going to the next exit and turn around. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Now listen.

Stress is your car dying in I75 during rush hour traffic. 

Stress is not knowing what the outcome will be. However, it’s a car and cars will either be fixed or they will not. 

Stress is handling situations alone. I could have handled the situation alone. However I didn’t have to. 

He makes me feel safe. He cares for me and looks out for me. He is my protector. He allowed my husband to be 5 minutes from me during a stressful situation when we live 2 hours away from home. 

He is God 


I don’t really believe in coincidence. I believe that Steve was traveling with me on the Interstate at the exact same time because he was supposed to be. 

I’m grateful for a God who knows me better than I know myself. He knows my next steps and I’m ok with that. I have to tell myself often that “He’s got this” and I’m sure that won’t change. 

What today will you allow Him to have?

He’s got this.

About abandonedocala

Christ Follower 💜 Wife 💜 Mom 💜 Grandmom (BB is my name). 💜Rescued and Restored a 114 year old farmhouse. Isaiah 54:7
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